and i crave the voice of this
swift, existing, bound to the
language of silence and punctuations,
bound to your healing arms
as i always have, searching
for meaning in seconds we
shared and burned, offering
my naked words and bare thoughts
helplessly, hopelessly devoured
by your infinite light,
tying unscripted moments
to things we thought we
could never embrace but i
am here, inviting you to believe.
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